NEW YORK SHOTS.

Auckland Star, Volume LXVI, Issue 230, 28 September 1935, Page 13

NEW YORK SHOTS.

HE LOVED HIS WIFE.

MINT JULEP INTERVIEW.

PADDY'S RESPONSIBILITIES,

(By a (Special Correspondent.) NEW YORK, August 10. The wliole town, or tliat part it which has heard, is laughing over the heartbreaking story of a local big-time publisher, antl by the time you get to the end you'll see the'reason why. This wealthy publisher has fallen in love with and married a very modern sort of woman who spends her spare time with other men—many other men. Sooner or later the publisher finds out about each particular case and llies into a jealous rage. He storms, shouts and threatens. He does everything but leave her. He can't leave her. He loves her too much. Finally, he decided this had to stop. His wife agreed with him. She suggested a course of treatment by a psychoanalyst. He thought that was just the thing. So now a psychoanalyst is trying to cure him—of his jealousy. Owed to Pirandello.

Luigi Pirandello has finally readied town and that gives the skyliner an excuse to relate his own experience with the Signor Pirandello entourage.

A week or so ago, the Nobel Prize writing man was reported to bo on the Normandie and an appointment was arranged with his secretary for 8.30 that evening at the Waldorf. When the appointment was made it seemed like a good idea. But later that afternoon it got hot and hotter and by the time the skyliner started for the hotel it was hottest.

Ho ploughed on a block through the | limp, sick air of early evening and then decided he could go no further without a mint julep. Thus fortified, he ploughed on for another block before coming to rest before another mint julep. Events proceeded in this fashion for some time —five blocks, six blocks, ten blocks! Who knows And, by that time, who cftrcs ? Long before lie reached the door to room 942, engaged for S. Pirandello, the skyliner was approaching the conclusion that his appointment with the Italianspeaking author had not been such a good idea after all. And as he teetered gravely before the door it was borne in upon him forcibly that, given the choice, there was nothing in the world he would rather do less at the moment than interview the kindly, the gracious, the piquant signor. But the office had been piomised, the fiignor's secretary had been promised. The skyliner fumbled mournfully for the bell. A tall and beautiful white-haired and olive-skinned woman with snapping black eyes opened the door and began at once to dissolve, to become two, to merge, to swoon apart and always to remain staring gravely with her snapping black eyes. "I would like to see S. Pirandello," said the skyliner to the tall and beautiful woman who stood most still.-

"You have long eyes, no?" tlio woman

replied. "Some call 'em long, some call 'em short. One woman called 'em big, and I fell in love with licr. Her name is Helen," replied the skyliner reflectively. "Well, you must have long eyes to see the signor," the woman said. "He's in Europe. He missed the boat." "He is not here? Ido not have to sec him?" A wave of joy swept the skyliner. He flung his arms about the woman and kissed licr. She leaped four feet up into the air and then returned cautiously to the scene. "You owe him money?" she asked.

"No, I'm just happy because I do not have to see him."

"He will be here next week," said the woman. "You come back and pay him the money then." No Vacation for Paddy. Miss Marion Cook pops up brightly with the sad information that Paddy will have no vacation this summer. It seems business isn't what it used to be and he'll just have to keep his nose to the grindstone. Paddy is a Welsh-Irish terrier with responsibilities. He went into business last year and cleared £370, which just about kept the New York Humane Society's free clinic for dogs in operation for twelve months. Paddy's business is to sit beside a sign, reading "I am Paddy. Won't you spare a coin ?" That gets 'em, or perhaps it's the straw hat cocked jauntily over one eye, or maybe it's just the look on his face, that "How would you like to lead a dog's life" look. Anyway, the coins roll in at an average of. £3 a day, and once he made £10. Alice Manchester, of the Humane Society owns him. She bought him for £17 in" Redford, Michigan, a few months more than five years ago. Paddv keeps not one cent of the money." It all goes to the society. But he has earned something for himself— the privilege of being the only dog in the eitv not required by law to wear a muzzleor leash. In addition, lie is winning fame. The time you heard a dog barking during the Kate Smith , bioadcast—well, that was Paddy. " 4ntl," suggests Miss Cook prettm. "will you please carry some mention of the man taking a guided tour through radio city. He marched up to the guide, identification tag in hand, and said, Say, can I have this? I want to keep it as a momentum.'" —(N.A.N.A.)